Beyond body tempering, there exist Chaos Demon Gods with immensely powerful souls who have comprehended the path of primordial spirit cultivation.
Some have mastered the art of curses, capable of striking down enemies across billions of kilometers of void.
Some have grasped the essence of perception, allowing them to pierce through the fabric of heaven and earth, ensuring that no life or object can escape their pursuit.
Some have understood the mysteries of Illusion Arts, harnessing the vitality of chaos itself to trap other Chaos Demon Gods in infinite illusions.
Some have refined the technique of soul attacks, striking directly at the essence of existence from afar with unfathomable might.
The Chaos Demon Gods have comprehended a vast array of esoteric cultivation methods related to the primordial spirit, each one stranger and more powerful than the last.
"Interesting."
Through the All-Seeing Eye, Gu Chuan could easily discern the cultivation paths these Chaos Demon Gods had uncovered. To be frank, even with his vast knowledge, he could not have comprehended so many techniques alone.
It was not simply a matter of acquiring methods; talent, comprehension, and most importantly, the spark of inspiration unique to each Chaos Demon God played a crucial role.
Just as in the mortal world, where all scientists study the same foundational knowledge, only a select few achieve breakthroughs that change history, while others remain anonymous scholars.
In truth, fortune is one of the greatest determinants of success. Many of history's greatest inventions arose not merely from effort but from moments of unexpected insight—flashes of brilliance that even the mightiest Saints cannot control.
Thus, Gu Chuan sought to spread the cultivation methods he had grasped. By igniting the creativity of countless Chaos Demon Gods, he could stimulate the birth of new techniques and, in turn, gain inspiration himself.
His decision to establish a forum for exchange had proven highly successful. The talent of these Chaos Demon Gods far exceeded his expectations—even the weakest among them displayed astonishing comprehension.
Yet, in Gu Chuan's eyes, those who had ascended to the Quasi-Saint realm were the most formidable.
To cultivate to the level of a Quasi-Saint at such a rapid pace and rise as Overlord-level Demon Gods spoke volumes of their unparalleled potential.
While sheer effort may allow an ordinary person to reach the heights of geniuses, what happens when geniuses also apply themselves with relentless dedication? Their achievements soar beyond the reach of the ordinary, carving paths that none can follow.
At that moment, the entire chaos realm trembled. From the heart of Chaos City, the void above split open, revealing a colossal vortex spanning tens of thousands of light-years.
"My god! What is happening?"
The assembled Demon Gods were stunned. Never before had they witnessed such an event.
Even Gu Chuan was momentarily caught off guard.
Suddenly, a massive golden radiance burst forth from the vortex, descending like a heavenly pillar upon Gu Chuan.
His immense, primeval Ancient Serpent form was instantly bathed in this divine light.
"No way... This is the Light of Merit?!"
Gu Chuan's eyes widened in shock.
Merit was a concept only truly understood after Pangu had cleaved the heavens and the earth, an act that profoundly shaped existence itself. The world, in its gratitude, had bestowed upon him the Light of Merit—an incomparably wondrous power.
The Light of Merit held boundless mysteries. It granted immortality, elevated cultivation, refined divine treasures, and was coveted by all who pursued the Dao. It was as precious as Innate Magic Treasures, if not more so.
But that was within the Prehistoric World. To obtain merit within the boundless chaos was unheard of. Not even the Chaos Demon Gods had ever conceived of such a possibility.
Perhaps only Pangu had accomplished this, earning the merit of creation itself—but Pangu was long dead, and such merit no longer held meaning for him.
Yet now, Gu Chuan had received the Light of Merit, bestowed upon him by the very Source of Chaos itself.
If obtaining merit in the Prehistoric World was akin to a scholar rising through relentless study to become a renowned professor, then acquiring merit in Chaos was equivalent to an ordinary student achieving the Nobel Prize—altering the course of history itself.
In fact, the difficulty was a thousand times greater. Within the vast chaos, only Gu Chuan had accomplished such a feat.
Gu Chuan was unable to suppress the shock in his heart. He had merely intended to gather Chaos Demon Gods to study the laws of heaven and earth through their insights. Yet, by chance, he had stumbled upon an unimaginable fortune.
As the pillar of merit descended, the void across hundreds of millions of light-years roared with movement. Ethereal Dao sounds reverberated through the depths of chaos, as if the Grand Dao itself were playing a celestial symphony.
The endless currents of chaos gathered, forming a primordial lotus, shimmering with divine light. The very essence of chaos seemed to rejoice, celebrating this momentous event with celestial visions and heavenly melodies.
Gu Chuan closed his eyes.
"This... this is incredible!"
Bathed in the boundless ocean of merit, every cell of his primordial Ancient Serpent body greedily absorbed the divine energy. His cultivation surged exponentially—each ray of merit seemed equivalent to ten epochs of ceaseless cultivation.
Countless rays of merit continued to descend, condensing the essence of his Magic Power to an unimaginable degree.
In an instant, his body trembled. His blood surged with newfound vitality, infused with the golden light of merit.
Quasi-Saint Perfection!
Gu Chuan immediately sensed his cultivation reaching the absolute peak of the Quasi-Saint realm. Every cell of his being was saturated with unfathomable Magic Power.
The power coursing through his veins had reached unprecedented levels. An overwhelming sense of fullness spread through him.
This was the state of completion—the perfection of Magic Power. His essence now cycled without end, forming a seamless, eternal flow.
At this moment, he felt it.
He stood at the threshold of a higher realm.
He was on the verge of breaking through the final barrier—comprehending the Law of the Grand Dao itself.